Yandere Villainess Will Die!

Name: [Ivlivs]

Type: [Offense]

Hex: [Loyalty], [Boom]

Description: [A sword passed down through the Morgan household of retainers. Lexy Morgan passed it down to her son Seridius Morgan.]

Hex Description:

[Loyalty - Should the blade be separated from its inherited owner, it will travel back to the owner, no matter the distance.]

[Boom - Using the blade as a medium and Insenium as fuel, make massive explosions, directly proportional to the amount and purity of Insenium used.]

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The details on Seridius’s sword passed through Leonidas’s mind in a flash of lightning, clear and burning. The thin-sword was called Ivlivs, named after the first head of the Morgan family.

Seridius’s grandfather.

Sadly, Leonidas’s newest and only companion was about to die a humiliating death; as such, he could not linger in Ivlivs’s past.

"Willow, when I say the word..."

Leonidas couldn’t finish. A mass of brown mud-like rock carved through the air, homing at his location. Within a split second, Leonidas made a decision.

He didn’t abandon his sprint, speeding up instead. His feet left trenches in the ground, the sound barrier near shattering under his increased speed.

The slab was an inch away from his face when he jumped out of the way; his left arm grazed. It felt like he had been hit with a club, a weapon designed to break bones instead of slicing them.

I’m a genius.

Had he dodged after he had seen the pillar, he would be mush by now...it was realigning to his location after all.

Straight ahead, Willow was busy with the bottle, changing the air around her into solid slabs of wind, floating and entirely hers to step upon.

She circled the pilgrim with graceful movements, as if dancing with a revolting beast. It made her look all the more benevolent, if only her personality were as nice as her appearance.

It was all a bit fuzzy in his eyes, partially from the blood and partially from his lack of reality.

Leonidas shook off his blood, his arm throbbing with a constant pain that refused to leave, like a homeless puppy.

Focus, Willow needs an opening.

Leonidas sprinted, assessing the situation again. He knew Fog could spit out massive pillars of stone, real and illusory. Which would probably mean it could do something else too, a hidden card, perhaps.

It could fly, meaning Leonidas was near useless in the battle, if he was on his own, that was. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

As if by fate, a pair of irritated onyx eyes met his, carrying exhaustion and contempt in equal measure. Willow could clearly not hold on for long.

Leonidas mouthed the words ’air,’ and that was all it took.

The next step he took, his feet didn’t touch the ground; they were above it. A slab of translucent wind stood firmly beneath his feet, locked in place by invisible forces. It took Leonidas about two seconds to jump again.

One for expressing his disbelief at the sight, and another for deciding whether or not he would trust Willow.

I did decide to work with her. Guess I’ll trust her for now...seeing as she’ll die if I don’t.

He would have laughed if he could, but he simply didn’t have the spare strength to do so. Leonidas pushed off his platform, did a flip mid-air because it looked cool, and landed shoulder to shoulder with Willow.

"Greetings, this humble knight offers his assistance."

A flash of brown forced Willow to delay responding. They jumped onto either side of the Fog, only to realize the boulder was an illusion.

"Oh, great knight, please tell this distressed damsel that you have a plan, or she’ll drop you in the smoky void."

Fog was flying over the ravine, and so were both of them. Only a slab of air held Leonidas, one that Willow could remove just as easily as she could form them.

Oh my!

What a precarious situation he had found himself in. Yet the odds only made it more exciting. The sheer thrill of being surrounded by death on all sides was undeniable.

Leonidas lunged at Fog, choosing to ignore Willow, who strained to make the air beneath him solid in time. Ivlivs flashed out in a wide arc of silver, like rippling moonlight. The blade was fast as it was thin, and cut into the backside of Fog’s wing.

A shriek erupted from the mad pilgrim, its eyes burning with murder as it shifted its focus on Leonidas. Black ichor dripped from the cut, like ink bleeding into fresh yellow parchment.

Leonidas immediately shouted, "Willow, give me your sword. Hurry!"

Fog lunged. It beats its wings with maddening speed, body moving so fast it looked like teleportation. One second, it was hovering a few feet away from him, and the next, it was already upon him.

Just as he was about to be impaled by a murderous Bottle Bat, he was saved. The air he was standing on disappeared, and Willow lunged at Fog from behind. Leonidas landed on another platform, and Willow forced the pilgrim back with minimal movements.

Unfortunately, Fog didn’t relent; it slammed into Willow without reservation, seemingly no longer worried about its life, which caught her off guard. Her armor tanked the hit, but Fog was allowed to pass.

Willow jumped after it, eyes trained on Leonidas instead of Fog, but it was too late. All he saw was a streak of black darting towards him, moving faster than he could comprehend.

Death was incoming, yet it never came.

Willow had saved him once again. She had raised a wall between him and Fog just after she got hit, effectively saving Leonidas’s life.

Of course, Fog broke through the barrier in a matter of seconds, but that was more than enough. He and Willow swapped swords, lunged on Fog from both directions, and swung. All in the same breath as it destroyed the air wall.

Leonidas’s black blade bit into its injured wing, this time severing it completely, while Willow stabbed it in the chest, right where Leonidas assumed its heart would have been.

Fog lashed out with wild movements, but its advantage was already gone. Leonidas knew well enough how hard it was to fight with one arm; he assumed the same for flying with a single wing.

Leonidas raised his leg, twisted and swung it full force, sending Fog flying, along with Ivlivs.

He and Willow didn’t linger as they ran in the opposite direction, right in the direction Fog had been protecting.

Job well done.

An explosion echoed behind them, plumes of rainbow dust and crimson crystal shooting through the air.